celtic fair

Things I love about historical reenactment


- no technology whatsoever

- in the nature three days straight

- toilet talk

- the weird mix of authentic and modern clothing in the morning before a fair begins

- seeing people in historical authentic clothing and environment checking their phones/tablets

- sitting together at night and the only lights are  fires and candles


- braiding each other’s hair, no matter what gender

- good music!

- if you get your clothes dirty it’s just ~ authentic

- c l o a k s

- yes, you step a lot on your dress but otherwise the dresses are super practical and comfy

- mead

- history jokes

- lots of history jokes

- “burn her!!!” 

- just sitting in the grass and not having to mind bugs bc your dress and/or cloak is a great blanket

- the fact that you can (and probably will at some point) wear your pajamas under your working clothes

- going into your tent and ending every single authentic mindset you built up because you just stepped into a back of chips looking for your toothbrush

- cloaks everybody

- you smell, your friends smell, the guy who passed out behind your tent last night smells, everyone smells

- going to mcdonalds after a fair/festival hella tired, in half authentic clothing and smelling like a bear

- the people who just occasionally yell “Odin” and getting “Jesus”, “Spongebob” and “My mother” as responses from other camps

- everything is self-made or at least hand-made

- fur!!!!!!!

- have you ever slept in or on fur? it’s heaven

- children enjoying themselves

- children getting dirty

- the fact that you can bring a sword to work and no body questions it

Hey, I need people to follow, so y'all should reblog if you have a blog dedicated to witchcraft and/or Paganism, especially if you post:

•Stuff about Greek, Celtic, and Norse deities

•Stuff about curses and hexes

•Bone and death witchcraft

•Spiritwork stuff

•Faery info

(Also, if you reblog and I don’t follow, it doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t like your blog. Last time I posted one of these I got more notes than I had time to look through, so that might be why.)


Hat #3 of Baby Hat Week: ✅

Not gonna lie, this is my favorite so far. I wish the knot color work showed up more, but that’s just poor color choice on my part. 🤷🏻‍♀️

My Mimi always told me that the back of my fair isle should look good enough to be worn on the front, and I was honestly worried I wouldn’t remember how to do my floats, but I think they look okay, and I love how this fabric feels.

I made this hat a little smaller, because there’s just no telling how big this little guy’s head will be. It was measuring bigger than Emery and Ezekiel’s were at their 21 week ultrasound, but they were also tiny babies, so I figure it wouldn’t hurt to have several sizes ready.

The Fox and The Maiden Fair - A Shared Journey - Part Two Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

It’s finally here. For my birthday girl @underthenorthstar.

Emer started wandering, completely absorbed by the beauty and wilderness of the place.

She could hear Ivar’s chariot behind her. Emer didn’t want to look at him. She was still angry. All she desired was to walk away from all the problems, melting into the ocean. The endless blue waves that didn’t care about humanity’s problems, it was like an immortal deity. She wondered how many stories it had witnessed. Lovers whose hearts were broken, mothers that lost their children by the terrible hand of war. Maybe the sea was made from their tears. What would be an explanation for why humans were so fascinated by the deep waters. It was like they were searching for the sorrow. Attracted by the suffering. Or maybe, they were all selkies, trying to get back to their origins in the bottom of the ocean.

They said if a woman shed seven tears into the sea, a male selkie would contact her. Emer had cried more than enough tears, but she didn’t want any other man in her life. It seemed to her they were the cause of her pain. Maybe she was not an unhappy woman in search of love from a being from another world. She might be a creature from the sea herself. She might have forgotten. Who stole my skin in this case? Forcing me to live among humans. Who stole me from myself? These questions didn’t leave her mind.

She longed to be one with the ocean she had never known. Her legs seemed to move of their own accord, they were leading her to the edge. Only this way she could be free.

Emer was in the edge, watching the waves crashing onto the shore, a lonely tear running down her cheek.

Ivar’s voice taking her away from her thoughts, “Come here, Emer. Let’s see the rest of the farm.”

She didn’t want to face him. He would know she was weak. A stupid and crying woman. Emer raised her hand to her face, cleaning her tears.

She looked back at him. He was offering his hand as an invitation. An almost kind smile playing on his lips. She thought he seemed even more gorgeous when he was relaxed.

She asked herself, “Why couldn’t it be always this way?”

“There is no space for me!”, she replied referring to his chariot. But, her question had a hidden meaning.


Prehistoric stone cairns on Cnoc Meadha, Tuam, Ireland. 

Inside the hill of Cnoc Meadha itself is reputedly where the local King of the Fairies, Finnbheara, holds court. One of the cairns is purported to be the burial place of the legendary and infamous Queen Madb though other locations such as Ráth Cruachan and Cnoc Na Riabh may have a better claim. A lesser legendary figure, Cessair, is claimed to be buried in another of the cairns.

It’s an eerie place.


It’s official! I’m doing a Supernatural writing challenge in celebration of my birthday, and I’m hoping that you guys are all willing to celebrate with me! All the fics are going to be based off songs from my main playlist on Spotify. There’s all different genres of music from lots of different artists, so even if you don’t participate, you might find some new music to listen to!

Here is the masterlist for fics that have already been submitted!

Challenge Rules

  • All fics should be posted on or before July 7th—my birthday—but if you can’t do it in that time, just let me know and you can submit your fic later!
  • This is for Supernatural reader fics only. Please don’t submit RPF, ships (Destiel, Megstiel, etc), or crossover fics for this challenge! Series are acceptable, as long as your submission to the challenge is the first part of the series.
  • Since I don’t read smut, I’m asking that you stick to angst or fluff!
  • Your fic can be any length, but please use a read more if it’s any longer than 500 words.
  • Tag me in the story and put “Meg’s Birthday Challenge” in the first five tags so I can read your story and reblog it!
  • Your song can be used anywhere in the story, as long as you use it! I’d prefer if it were a main part of the storyline, but I know it can be hard to do that sometimes, so do what you will with it!
  • Please send your song request in an ask! One writer per song. If lots of people are interested in this challenge, I’ll open it up to more!

The Songs

  1. Bartender by Lady Antebellum @deals-with-demons
  2. Talking Body by Tove Lo
  3. Closer by The Chainsmokers
  4. When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars
  5. A Whole New World by Lea Salonga and Brad Kane (from Aladdin) @twdjunkie2
  6. Fine By Me by Andy Grammar @lipstickandwhiskey
  7. We Don’t Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez
  8. You & I by One Direction
  9. Glad You Came by The Wanted
  10. Knee Deep by Zac Brown Band ft. Jimmy Buffett @today-only-happens-once
  11. The One That Got Away (Acoustic) by Katy Perry @huffleypuffelycas
  12. Sober by Selena Gomez @cenagirlsrda
  13. Don’t Wanna Know by Maroon 5 and Kendrick Lamar
  14. Amnesia by Anthem Lights @wayward-marvel-sommer1196
  15. Cop Car by Keith Urban @jpadjackles
  16. Wolves by Down Like Silver
  17. Send My Love (To Your New Lover) by Adele
  18. Scarborough Fair by Celtic Woman @sophisticated-angel
  19. Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova @wrenwritesometimes
  20. Turning Page by Sleeping At Last
  21. Love You Like the Movies by Anthem Lights @kaz2y5-imagines
  22. I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab for Cutie @deanjensengirlmaggie
  23. Turning Tables by Adele @bulletscrossbowpie
  24. Make You Feel My Love by Adele @zummar
  25. Can’t Sleep Love by Pentatonix @totallypaletrash
  26. How Long Will I Love You by Ellie Goulding
  27. Gravity by Sara Bareilles
  28. Renegade by Styx @percussiongirl2017
  29. Stay The Night by Zedd ft. Hayley Williams
  30. Toothbrush by DNCE
  31. I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) by Susan Egan and the Muses (from Hercules) @wayward-mirage
  32. Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine @scarygoodfanfics
  33. Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson
  34. Please Don’t Go by Joel Adams
  35. Stay by Miley Cyrus @wideawakeandwriting
  36. Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON @idjitmonkey
  37. Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez @fangirlingfanatic2442
  38. Still Into You by Paramore
  39. Mercy by Shawn Mendes
  40. Ghost by Halsey
  41. Can’t Help Falling in Love by Haley Reinhart @deansleather
  42. Shape of You by Ed Sheeran @winchester-family-business
  43. Fix You by Coldplay 
  44. Come Little Children by Erutan
  45. A Thousand Years by Christina Perri @aiaranradnay
  46. Unforgettable by Sia
  47. Skinny Love by Birdy @buffylovesfoxmulder
  48. Perfect by Ed Sheeran
  49. All of Me by John Legend
  50. Giants in the Sky by Daniel Huttlestone (from Into the Woods)

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Honestly being witchy/Celtic/interested in the fair folk at all, it’s kinda a reality check when you remember that most of the population thinks they’re just lovely.

“Oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful if fairies did the housework?”

*me trying to discreetly put iron over the doors* “Well, yeah, there were some fairies who did that but you really shouldn’t put out an advertisement to just anyone and you’d have to be super careful with payment and such… *pouring out a dish of milk*

Chivalric Love.

A romance forged in steel and blood, a bond of blades, tempered by the fiery passions of chivalry, honor, and love. A fanmix for my favorite pairing, Diarturia.

Original Art by 槍剣


(1.) The Fianna- Cruachan, (2.) Fairytale- Alexander Rybak, (3.) Needing A Miracle- Kirby Krackle, (4.) Fooled Around And Fell In Love- Elvin Bishop, (5.) Cosmic Love- Florence + The Machine, (6.) The Magic of Love- Two Steps From Hell, (7.) Mo Ghile Mear- Celtic Woman, (8.) I Was Lost Without You- Sam Hulick, (9.) Scarborough Fair- Celtic Woman, (10.) Súil La Rún- Órla Fallon, (11.) Safe and Sound (Feat. Civil Wars)- Taylor Swift.


My love and I went to Gjallarstadir Viking Market on Saturday! It was cold and windy and very wet, but we had warm and pretty cloaks and hoods, and I made a new buddy called Buddy :D 

I really need another set of Viking clothing. I was going to make myself some, but then I never had the time and I didn’t have the chance to go to any other markets this year anyway. I have big plans for next year, though!

Once-ler: *He’s in his room, lying on his bed facing the ceiling and his window open to feel the breeze. Even though he can still smell the awful stenches of Superjail drift into his window, he has a lump of truffula tufts in his hand that he’s holding close to his face. He’s singing very softly and gently to himself. It doesn’t really have a beat or rhythm to it, it’s very slow, but that’s exactly what makes it nice to listen to.* Of all the money that ever I had, I’ve spent it in good company, And all the harm that ever I’ve done, Alas it was to none but me. And all I’ve done for want of wit, To memory now I can’t recall, So fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all. *It’s more of a mutter, something soft and personal where he isn’t worrying too much about perfection and more or less just letting time pass by as he becomes sleepier and more comfortable.*

Warden: *He is brightly tapping down the hall, feeling bouncy and gleeful despite the late hour. Since they got back from their picnic he had a few final things to sort out, but now he’s off to bed. He liked the Lorax, and the Lorax now understands how much meaning the boys bring to one another, and although the Warden himself doesn’t quite grasp that, he does know that having the Lorax’s favour makes him feel good. He’s about to pop in and check on Oncie, but when he hears the boy singing he pauses still to listen. He takes a few silent steps to the door to look in.*

Once-ler: *He places his hand on his stomach and breathes in for another verse. He’s voice goes slightly higher in pitch over some words and lower, into a more homely note, to finish off the verses. making it obvious as to how young he actually is* Of all the comrades that ever I had, They are sorry for my going away, And all the sweethearts that ever I had, They would wish me one more day to stay. But since it falls unto my lord, That I should rise and you should not. I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call, Good night and joy be with you all.

Warden: *As Oncie sings the Warden finds himself leaning against the doorframe, his head tilting to rest against the wood. There’s a very soft smile on his face, and he slowly- with only the slightest sound of rustling fabric- slides down to the floor. His long, limbs spread ungainly out as he gazes up at his boyfriend.*

Once-ler: *He’s far too into his singing and far too relaxed to have noticed the slightest of noises coming from him. Not having sight makes him feel even more in is own little world when he assumes he’s alone. As he finishes the last verse, he begins with his final one. Even if he’s blind, and his eyes can’t be seen from the bandage, his eyes are- and would have been still without the bandage- gently closed. He’s once again very content with himself.* A man may drink and not be drunk, a man may fight and not be slain, a man may court a pretty girl and perhaps be welcomed back again-

Warden: *While the Warden doesn’t recognise the song itself, he recognises that it’s an Irish ballad. As weird and bestial as the man is he does have some fair amount of cultural knowledge (it just tends to be ignored and allowed to wither away to nothing most of the time). Without realising, still watching Oncie with an enraptured, almost hypnotised expression, little ghostly figures of old Celtic warriors, fair Irish maidens and rowdy barbarians silently appear and fight in their own stories on the floor by his legs. They’re romanticised and look like children’s toys, but the man who created them largely ignores them and doesn’t realise he’s created them.*

Once-ler: *His voice becomes slightly softer now as he finishes* But since it has so ordered been, by a time to rise and a time to fall, Come fill to me the parting glass, Goodnight and joy be with you all, Goodnight and joy be with you all~…*he sighs contently, then slowly sits up and rubs his face, yawning at the same time and clearing his throat.*

Warden: *Blinks and shakes his head to jolt himself out of his reverie once Oncie finishes, and all the little dioramas disappear in an audible poof of smoke. He doesn’t bother to move from the floor, but forgets that he might shock him when he speaks.* That was great! Where’d you learn to sing like that?

Once-ler: Aah!! *jumps and clutches his chest, his heart is racing like a rabbit’s in headlights. He turns his face to the door while also turning red.* H- how long have you been there for?!

Warden: *Shrugs from the floor* Aaah, long enough~ *His voice is coming from roughly knee-height* You’re a damn good singer, Oncie~ Why didn’t you say anything before?

Once-ler: Um- *Blushes deeper* Thank you~ And what do you mean? You’ve heard me sing before, that’s what made you kiss me in the first place!… jerk… *He’s a little embarrassed and also a little flattered and he doesn’t quite know how to express any of it.*

Warden: *Jumps to his feet and moves to sit next to him. Since Oncie went blind he’s gotten used to moving around him and being careful not to suddenly touch him. His weight is soft and slightly tilts Oncie towards him on the mattress* Well yeah! But you were all… *mimes strumming a guitar* distracting me with your fancy playing!

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